All day, impressionable young 6.001 students have been streaming into the 7th floor playroom. They come not for impassioned lectures on the merits of building miniature chip-embeddable web browsers, but simply to find out how they did on the final. They head to Eric's office, get rebuffed by a note on the door, and lumber across playroom to Jill's office. If Jill is away for a minute, they usually just stand around for a while and stare at the walls. Sometimes they sit on the couch and quietly moan.

Come to GSB, where you can watch this amazing display of post-semester depression. And if you're feeling generous, you can buy them a refreshing beverage and tell them that they only have three and a half more years of this.

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5:30 pm 7th floor playroom December 20, 1996